I Want To Flee

A poem 'inspired' by Fibromyalgia (and wind) ...

I Want To Flee

 I want

To flee

Into the empty pages

Of the night.

 The pain

Crushes me

And I cannot

Resist.

 

The pain owns

My soul,

And me

And wants

To be repaid

In currency

I seem to not have.

 

So, in agony

I sit puzzling,

Hoping,

Seeking escape

But

Know not

The path,

The means,

Nor it seems

Much else.

 

What’s best

For us?

 

I still have

No fucking

Clue.

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